Going over ridiculous aspects of things a little unfamiliar.
Brought to us by huddled oddities - the same in New York and Baltimore, the same anywhere else that the feet travel and the newspapers clutter pavements.
And ever, ever so slightly, the feeling of being watched. The feeling of strangers, in the very heart of familiar walks or bus rides up&back.
It challenges a sense of reckless abandon, it sends a trickling form of giggles up the spine...making home warm, welcoming, and catastrophically hard to detach from. Resting a head on something smooth.
Then there's the exposure, and the exchange of it...passing new conversations on a parking lot spot, chatting in quiter tones at breakfast by the stairs before class. Awkward jokes, new reasons.
The over-walking of nights so collectively past, with an evermore overlapping/second-guessing/re-configuring of new things. Minor travels double-booked atop hometown commitments and faces. I reach and grow tired and amused. Run down the gas tank, catch up on sleep, go for options 3 or 4 or...? BOO! Where's the leap? Journeys of miniscule distance go post-poned, re-arranged, over-looked.
Newspapers fall in piles, & people watch. They watch.
They reason.
Plans guessed, and projects put off an hour longer- for a sense of giggles and movements and memory. Tingles. Restlessly filling in the odd. And preparing the Halloween masks :)
Daily headphones:
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